matt-kukulskiWhisper

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Let It GrowMy eyes wander the land before me, / Mind new and refreshed from years of slumber. / From above the land, I’m able to see

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Mar 21, 2010

SittingSitting; thinking over my self-made dread. / Could I aid those before I save my head? / Rays of serenity draw eyes from concern.

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Mar 21, 2010

Holy MomentThis was a Holy Moment. / Every moment we have is holy, / But this one was different.

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Mar 20, 2010

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